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Beat the Odds
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[Verse 1] Even though the jokes don't be on them, they be ready to laugh I ain't gotta kill a nigga, I knew they wasn't gon' last Different places, different vibes, that call for different masks I told my nigga that's disrespectful, I let you pay the tab [Chorus] Everything I said I was gon' do, it came to pass I keep my eyes straight forward, don't care who ridin' past I take my time with it 'cause nigga goin' nowhere fast Been lackin' time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad It's been some months, I'm sayin', "Fuck that shit, I can't be sad" My heart broken, baby, it's in pieces, I need a cast Overworkin' lately, tell me, "Chill," I need the cash I don't want a lady 'cause these bitches be actin' bad [Verse 2] I wish my day one changed on me, should've killed his ass Shit crazy, last year, I was trappin' Ziploc bags Supported everybody with they music, they still flipped out mad I don't care who take off on me, I'ma still be glad Before I give a bitch my time, let me get your socials Life a gamble and this shit that I'm doin' like playin' poker The only difference is you slippin', you gon' die a loafer You lose your life, you can't get it back, I ain't jokin' [Chorus] Everything I said I was gon' do, it came to pass I keep my eyes straight forward, don't care who ridin' past I take my time with it 'cause nigga goin' nowhere fast Been lackin' time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad It's been some months, I'm sayin', "Fuck that shit, I can't be sad" My heart broken, baby, it's in pieces, I need a cast Overworkin' lately, tell me, "Chill," I need the cash I don't want a lady 'cause these bitches be actin' bad [Verse 3] I be askin' God why I couldn't play basketball I'm in the cut like peroxide or some alcohol I gave it up, all my trap phones, I done passed it off Church on the phone, up all night waitin' on the pastor call 'Cause I can't make it in Sunday, but I'ma make it one way I'm on the road, state-to-state, doin' different shows I'm wakin' up makin' music, used to wake up, trap a load A bitch'll fuck your main nigga, these bitches, they gettin' bold I'm fightin' these attachments all my life, I'm in a hole I miss them days when mama was standin' up, cookin' over the stove I want her to still be in my life, but I see what she done chose That bitch done chose the streets over me, these bitches hoes If they would've did them niggas how they did me, they would've fold I think it's time to Moncler me, this shit here gettin' cold I know why niggas hatin' on, they see how I done grown They can't wait to be on top of me, spreadin' rumors, they say I told [Chorus] Everything I said I was gon' do, it came to pass I keep my eyes straight forward, don't care who ridin' past I take my time with it 'cause nigga goin' nowhere fast Been lackin' time with her, but I just wanna be a better dad It's been some months, I'm sayin', "Fuck that shit, I can't be sad" My heart broken, baby, it's in pieces, I need a cast Overworkin' lately, tell me, "Chill," I need the cash I don't want a lady 'cause these bitches be actin' bad
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